Adopted by Team Crafted (A TC FanFic)

Hi! My name is Elisa.

I've been in this hell hole for 7 years now and still no one likes me. My parents died when I was 9. Since I'm not a girly girl, I never really fit in.

I'm just waiting for someone to adopt me.

Ms. Tucker tells me no one really even wants to adopt me.

"Girls, get ready some lovely people are here to adopt!" Ms. Griffin yelled.

I jumped off the bed. Maybe, just maybe, today would be my day.

I threw on my vans and jeans. I went through the different shirts I had. Not a lot, but hey, I said I wasn't a favorite, so I never got many things.

I pulled out my #PowerMovesOnly shirt and brushed my hazel hair with neon green highlights. It took nearly two years to get permission for me to dye my hair neon green, but it was worth it.

I ran down the stairs. Not looking, I bumped into Emily and her little gang.

"Watch it!" She spat. "Sorry." I mumbled sarcastically.

"Line up!" Ms. Tucker yelled.

I stuck myself in between two random girls. I saw some guys walk in, but people were blocking their faces.

I sighed heavily and took out the phone I stole.

Don't look at me like that! It was the only way I could get one!

Besides the girl I stole it from got a new one almost instantly. Sadly, I got beaten for it.

I plugged in my earphones and put my play list on shuffle. I wasn't going to get adopted so why did it matter? I blasted 'Teenagers' by My Chemical Romance through my head.

Someone tapped on my shoulder. I quickly took out my earphones and pressed the pause button. I looked up to see the one and only ASFJerome.

"OMG." I whispered.

I stared at him like he was a model or something.

"What's your name?" He asked. "Elisa." I smiled. "Nice to meet you, Elisa. Do you like video games?" He asked. I shrugged. "I don't really know. I'm not allowed to have too many things. You know that I have to get up at 3 a.m. just to watch your videos on Rosy's laptop?" I told him.

"Oh well, I'm sorry. I'm glad you're a fan, though. I got to get back to the guys. Later." He turned to leave. I sighed.

"Later." I mumbled. 

I must have said something wrong.

"Elisa!" I heard Ms. Griffin yell. I hurried over to her. "Yes?" I asked. "Pack your things." She smiled.

Ms. Griffin was the only one who actually ever showed me kindness.

"What?" I looked at her confused.

"These nice gentlemen were saying  that they wanted to adopt you. Shows Ms. Tucker, eh?" She winked at me.

I squealed and ran upstairs. I look the pink suitcase Ms. Tucker threw it me, I could tell she was pissed. And the suitcase? Of course it's pink.

This whole damn place was pink!

I started stuffing the things I had in the suitcase. I didn't take long since I didn't have much.

I was almost down the steps when someone stopped me. Rosy. She gave me a weak smile.

"Give me your arm." She instructed. I did as I was told. Rosy was older than me, but we have become like sisters ever since we got stuck in a room together.

That's how I know about Jerome. Rosy didn't mind me using her laptop but I had to get up early so Ms. Tucker didn't catch me. I would surely get beaten if she did.

Rosy scribbled some numbers on my arm with a black marker and then shoved something in my hand.

I opened my fist slowly. It was a half of a matching necklace you usually use with your sister. I couldn't hold back the tears.

"I'll miss you." I told her as we embraced each other. "You don't have to. My number is on your arm and you can bet I will find you and visit you." She told me as we pulled apart.

I giggled. I gave her the half of a necklace she have me and held my hair to the side.

She understood and wrapped the chain around my neck. After the chain was clasped, I let down my hair and followed Rosy as she walked me downstairs where the guys waited.

Whoa. I was getting adopted by the whole Team Crafted, not just Jerome.

"What's on your arm?" Ty, I think, asked pointing to my arm. "A really important number."

I looked at my feet. I didn't really like/watch Team Crafted. Yea, I have seen a few videos but I really just watched Jerome.

He was my favorite. "Lezzgo!" Mitch said. We all walked outside and hopped in their car.